 Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some...  The Works of the British Poets - Страница 43по Robert Anderson - 1795 - 1157 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Stephen Adams - 1997 - 260 страници
...poetry, as in prose, antimetabole often appears with witty effect: Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide. But the same figure informs the solemn culmination of Coleridge's "Frost at Midnight": so shall thou... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1998 - 260 страници
...eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction... | |
 | Carol Jacobs, Henry Sussman - 2003 - 300 страници
...the platonic Shaftesbury, in the figure of a Venus).14 We are informed that Belinda's perfection may "hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide: /If to her share some Female Errors fall,/ Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all." These "faults" ask to... | |
 | Ronald Paulson - 2003 - 460 страници
...the Platonic Shaftesbury, in the figure of a Venus).20 We are informed that Belinda's perfection may "hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide: / If to her share some Female Errors fall, / Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all" (2.17-18). These "faults"... | |
 | Tita Chico - 2005 - 316 страници
...beauty, those "bright Locks" (2.29), the poet addresses the reader: Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride, Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide: If to her share some Female Errors fall, Look on her Face, and you'll forget 'em all. (2.15-18) Many readers... | |
 | Sophie Gee - 2008 - 387 страници
...eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forgive 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction... | |
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